As a kid
I was smarter than i appeared to be
I already knew how to read between the lines
Way before I could draw the sketches of life
Father was never there, it led me to believe
He just didn´t care
Mom was always around,
Wrapping me up around her angelic wings
Making my life something pretty to be lived
For every tear I have cried
Heaven´s sent me a reason to smile
For every stone in my way
Heaven´s given me a brighter day
As a kid
I was whoever I wanted to be
Way beyond what my eyes could see…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem